My name is Robert Wilson, I'm from Eau Claire, Wisconsin I've been living out of a suitcase now for fourteen days And I walked the boulevard in Hollywood I caught a Vegas show that was no good Met a dancer there that starred in a Broadway play But it's a lonely world from this Greyhound Believe me, I've been here fourteen days
Three thousand miles I've come a long, long way Three thousand miles
Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that I'd confess to Let's just say I'm old enough to get away Ah, back in school, I found the only written truth On bathroom stalls and telephone booths I studied awhile, but college got in my way Now I've learned much more from the back of this Greyhound Believe me, I've been here fourteen days
Three thousand miles I've come a long, long way Three thousand miles
Have you seen? How the world outside is turning And it's yours, and we were put here for the learning People talk to themselves on Greyhounds Even the driver strains to hear They tell the same forgotten story Will it fall on forgetful ears?
Three thousand miles I've come a long, long way Three thousand miles
Down in Houston, on comes a woman With two kids and a bottle of booze And she cracked them both like match heads Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse And I sat with a girl from Boston I was playing cards for cigarettes I lost her name with the poker game But her face I will never forget You never forget the view of these windows Believe me, I've been here fourteen days
Three thousand miles I've come a long, long way Three thousand miles
Three thousand miles Three thousand miles I've come a long, long way Three thousand miles Three thousand miles Three thousand miles I've come a long, long way Three thousand miles Three thousand miles Three thousand miles Three thousand miles Three thousand miles Three thousand miles Three thousand miles